#birthday smut
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Happy birthday doll ;)
Have you considered pussydrunk bay!Leo? Bro's made you come on his tongue like 4 times already, you're overstimulated but he just. Can't. Take. His. Mouth. Off. You. He can't get enough of your taste, of the way you look, all flushed and fucked out and trembling for him. Can't get enough of your plush thighs squeezing his cheeks, of your pretty moans, his name on your tongue and your slick on his, your hands pulling, tugging him closer by his mask as you grind against his tongue.
It's like he can't think beyond what's in front of him, it's so good, so good, he just can't pull away—
BARK BARK BARK
this is now my roman empire
NSFW warning. Minors DNI
Bay!Leo x Fem!reader
You never thought you'd regret letting your boyfriend go down on you.
It had started as an "innocent" after dinner question. He brought up wanting to take your relationship a bit further. Sitting on your couch, your legs over his lap, you both talked about some of your likes and dislikes.
Massaging your calves, Leo sheepishly admitted that he really wanted to go down on you.
What kind of girlfriend would you be if you said no to that?
So you brought him to your bedroom, letting him undress you and touch every freckle and mole he could find.
His eyes were wide as you laid on the bed before him, fully naked with a beautiful blush covering your neck.
Starting at your jaw, he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down your body. Whispering praise into your skin as he went, his voice falling deeper and deeper into lust.
He could smell your arousal, smell how badly your body craved him. He made you feel this way. Your body wanted HIM. It was an addicting feeling that had him palming himself through his pants.
Scooting down on the bed, laying on his stomach, pulling your legs over his shoulders, he finally got a real look at your most sensitive area.
"You're gorgeous, Y/n," He sighs, leaning in and kissing your clit. You whine, hands gripping the blankets under your head.
He starts soft and slow, kissing and licking at your lips, teasing and testing to see what your body liked.
Then his hands grip your thighs tight, his tongue finds your entrance.
"Leo," You moan, rolling your hips.
His tongue plunges inside you, twirling and twisting, pulling every drop of pleasure out of you he could.
He moaned against you, eyes rolling back in his head.
You were a little embarrassed feeling yourself already close to coming. But given how good Leo felt between your thighs, you let the feeling go.
"Leo, leo," You moan, rolling your hips faster. "I'm gonna cum,"
He growls, moving his tongue faster inside you. Flicking it just right and making you scream out.
Your back arched, your body convulsing against his mouth. He pulled his tongue out of you, and you breathed a sigh of relief, just wanting to be held in his arms.
But he quickly moved to suck your clit in his mouth, messily kissing and licking it.
You screamed again as his finger teased your entrance. "Leo!"
You were already so sensitive, so wet. His finger had no resistance as it slipped inside you, moving hard and fast.
You were moaning and groaning so loud the neighbors would complain but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
Curling his finger he hit your g-spot, over and over with hard sharp thrusts.
"LEO!" You see stars behind your eyes, your breathing harsh, chest heaving.
The feeling is so intense and it isn't backing down, only growing and growing. Leo doesn't stop, continuing to finger fuck you hard and fast.
The feeling crests again and you can't tell if it's just a long orgasm or a third one.
Even you couldn't get yourself off this fast.
"Leo, leo," You pant, hitting his hand on your leg. "I can't take anymore, baby,"
"But you taste so fucking good, baby," He moans. He sounds drunk, absolutely lots in the sensation of eating you out.
His second finger teases your entrance.
"Leo." You warn.
He moans again, not putting it in, but simply resting it at your entrance, pulling at the skin.
Your thighs squeeze his head so hard you're worried you'll crack it open like a walnut.
You reach down, grabbing his mask tails, trying to yank him in any direction that isn't directly on your clit.
"I can't, Leo, it's too much,"
"You can," He eyes meet yours, a dangerous look that has your pussy fluttering. "And you will,"
He sucks harder, moving faster.
Shit, he was right. You were going to cum again and it was going to be a big one. Your moans grew louder, your hips bucking into his face. Sweat covered your skin, making you stick to the blankets.
You yanked on his mask again, meeting his piercing gaze. "Cum."
And you do.
Your voice goes hoarse from the scream, you're sure it makes the windows shake. Your body feels like it's floating, a wonderful feeling of letting go and a true release wash over you.
You pant, mewling as he pulls his hand and mouth away, falling to the mattress with heavy limbs.
"Holy fuck," He whispers.
Glancing down, your eyes go wide. He's soaking wet, his mouth literally dripping along with his hand and wrist. There's a puddle under your ass.
"I....holy shit I squirted," You gasp, sitting up toward him.
"That's a good thing, right?" He mumbles, not taking his eyes off you.
"Very good, fuck, that felt amazing,"
He moans, leaning in to kiss you, smearing your release on your lips. "Wanna do it again?"
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Blow The Whistle ~ P.SH ff 18+
🩵🎂Birthday FF Special for My Hoonie🎁💙
❆pairing: Sunghoon!bf x Reader!gf | ❆wc: 1.4k | ❆summary: Sunghoon had recently picked up a side gig as a coach. But when he has to work overtime on his birthday, you have to think of another way to celebrate his special day. |❆cw: 🔞MDNI!! its smut honey...you know the drill
"Hey, birthday boy," you smiled as your boyfriend answered the phone.
You knew he was busy at work, but you just wanted to get an idea of what time he'd be coming home. You had planned a suprise birthday party for him and you were going to call a few friends over to celebrate. Everything was ready for him. You picked up a chocolate cake for him earlier and you had just finished placing the gifts on the table.
"What time do you think you'll be back home?" you asked.
"Uhh...I won't be home until after midnight," he sighed.
"What? Why?" you exclaimed.
"Well, today I'm in charge of cleaning the uniforms and skates for the kids. And we both know that takes a while."
"But--" you were cut off by the sound of his manager calling Sunghoon's name.
"Sorry, princess. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay. Love you," he quickly said before you let out a sad "I love you too" in response. He gave you two air kisses before cutting the call.
*Dammit* you swore to yourself. How were you supposed to surprise him now?
Just then, an idea popped into your head. You were gonna bring the surprise party to him. You quickly got dressed and ran to the store to pick up a few things. You also texted Sunghoon to let you know when everyone left and he was the only one in the building washing their supplies.
As requested, Sunghoon texted you when everyone left, just as he was gathering the dirty uniforms. Unbeknowst to him, you were already in the main lobby waiting for his text. It was around 11 pm when you put your plan into action.
You walked to the boys' locker room to find your boyfriend pouring a cup of laundry detergent into the top-loader washing machine.
You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. "Boo!" you smiled as his eyes widened in surprise.
"I didn't expect to see you here," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I know. It was supposed to be a surprise," you tapped his nose.
"Ohh so that's why you wanted me to text you?"
"Yep," you replied as you reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Sunghoon," you smiled.
He pulled your face closer to his and kissed your lips.
"Wait! I also brought you a jumbo chocolate cupcake," you said as you pulled out a cutely wrapped box.
"Since when was chocolate pink?" Sunghoon said as he opened the box, revealing a bright pink princess themed cupcake.
"Oh no...that's the wrong one...I should've double checked" you sighed, seeing Sunghoon holding the wrong cupcake.
"It's okay, baby. This cupcake is perfect because it reminds me of you. And what better way to celebrate my special day than with my special girl?" Sunghoon smiled before pulling you in for a hug.
You felt slightly better after hearing Sunghoon's reaction to what felt like the dumbest mistake ever, but you still wished it was the right one.
"Hmm yeah...well, here's the candle," you said, pulling out a single gold candle and placing it in the center of the cupcake. You carefully lit the candle and watched as Sunghoon blew it out.
Sunghoon stuck his finger into the pink frosting and licked it off. "I don't know why I was expecting it to taste like strawberry," he chuckled. "It's tastes like normal buttercream," he shrugged before dipping his finger in the frosting again, but this time bringing it to your mouth to taste.
You opened your mouth to suck the frosting off, when Sunghoon gripped the back of your head as you closed your lips around his finger.
He slowly moved his finger back and forth in your mouth before grabbing more icing, this time placing it on his tongue. You opened your mouth as he inserted his frosting coated tongue. You felt him glide the sweet cream across your tongue as you sucked it when he pulled away.
Gripping your jaw and tilting your head back, Sunghoon spit into your mouth and inserted his two fingers. You sucked for a while before he started to shove them deeper, causing you to gag. He bent down to bite and suck on your neck.
However, he bit just a little too hard and you could tell by the small drop of blood trailling down your neck that he quickly licked up, stopping the bleeding with his tongue.
"Hey, you can't eat me," you giggled, caressing his head that laid on your breasts. "Why not? Isn't it my birthday?" he teased before lifting you up onto the washing machine. "Well it is, but I'm not a peice of cake," you said squishing his cheeks together. "No, but you're my little cupcake," he smiled, showing his dimples before reaching to pull your sweater over your head, exposing your bra. He then removed his own shirt as he pulled your breast to his lips leaving kisses and marks all over.
You reached down to rub his dick through his sweatpants as he kissed your lips, neck, cheek, and breasts. You felt his hardness as he pressed himself more into your hand. He gripped you tighter as his dick twitched in your hands. "Ngh," he grunted before abruptly stopping.
"You want me so bad, don't you?" he said, lustfully starting into your eyes. You nodded your head as a devilish smile crept onto his face. "Then get down on your knees and show me," he said, as you climbed off of the gently vibrating machine, onto your knees.
You reached up to pull out his throbbing dick as he gathered your hair into his hand. You licked your lips before opening your mouth. "Hold on princess, you're forgetting something," Sunghoon said as he swiped the last bit of frosting off of the cupcake and shoved his sweet slightly dyed fingers into your mouth.
As soon as the icing was in, Sunghoon shoved his dick into your mouth ans began pumping into your throat. "Yeah, baby. Suck my dick and show me how much of a needy little slut you are."
You squeezed his thighs as you gagged on his cock, he pulled out just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving it back in. You sucked for a little bit longer before eventually using your hands to give yourself a break. "Mmm, fuck. You're doing so good baby," Sunghoon said you started to suck again.
He moaned a few times before pulling out of your mouth. "Ugh, f-fuck. I need that pussy right now baby, please," he whined as you stood to your feet.
Immediately he threw your body on top of the washing machine, pulled your pants down, and inserted himself into your pussy. As he was fucking you deep, you could feel your clit bracing up against the washer. The vibrations coming from the machine were stimulating you, causing your pussy to tighten around him. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he started to fuck you faster.
You struggled to stop yourself from moaning. "Don't fight it, baby. I wanna hear you scream," Sunghoon said before slapping your ass.
"Ngh, Sunghoon...I'm gonna cum," you whined weakly as the washing machine's speed increased making the vibrations stronger. "Good. I want you to cum all over my dick like a good little slut," he replied as you buried your face in your arms to muffle the sound.
"Uh uh. I said I wanna hear it," Sunghoon groaned before flipping you on your back on top of the machine. At this angle Sunghoon had full access to your dripping wet pussy and took one of his hands to stimulate your clit while he fucked you to your climax.
His veiny dick grinded agianst your g-spot causing you to squirt as you came all over his dick. You still felt your walls clenching around his dick as he pumped his hot load into your pussy.
You laid there on the washing machine with Sunghoon leaning over your body.
*BEEP BEEP*
The sound of the washing cycle surprised the both of you. Sunghoon looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. "Thanks for making my wish come true," he smiled, before kissing you on the lips.
"What was your wish?"
"To cum inside of my princess," he smiled mischeviosly, before kissing you again.
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lace and lust
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x f. reader
Word Count: 391
This fic contains: pwp, lingerie, spanking, hair pulling, hickies
Summary: You surprise Jensen for his birthday with something you know he would like.
Notes: It's national Jensen Ackles day so of course I was gonna write a quick fic in honor of today. This piece is for @the-slumberparty's Eight Types of Love challenge. The prompt I chose was Eros (sexual passion) - Lingerie.
Wearing lingerie stirred a hunger in Jensen the same way it brewed confidence for you. So when he was welcomed home with you in a red see-through robe that gave a sneak peak of your new lacy black bra and panties set, you were pleased to watch his lustful reaction to your wardrobe choice. The corner of his lips curved into a smirk that made your knees quiver. He didn't need to exchange words with you to know he craved you more than anything.
"Do you like it?" You asked, relieving the tension that fogged the bedroom.
"Oh, I do, baby," Jensen purred, his eyelids hooded and pupils dilated. "Turn around for me so I can get more of a good look atcha."
You obeyed with enthusiasm, slowly spinning to face your back towards him. Jensen muttered profanities under his breath as his gaze landed on your ass cheeks that poked out from your panties. A growl erupted from his throat as you bent over with your back arched. It was a picture perfect sight for the birthday boy, but he was too impatient and needy for you to snap a photo for future use.
Suddenly, a strong hand smacked one of your butt cheeks, causing it to ripple like a pebble in water. You gasped at the abruptness of the contact, but didn't have time to process it as Jensen slapped your other cheek with a tad more force than the last.
"Fuck, Jensen, more! Please," you whined in desperation. Jensen chuckled lowly behind you before giving you exactly what you desired. He alternated between both of your ass cheeks, adding more power to each spank, causing your moans to grow louder and breathier.
Once Jensen was satisfied with the damage done to your ass, he grabbed a fistful of your hair by the roots, yanking you up to press your back against his hard chest. His plump lips grazed against your neck, before sucking harshly on that sensitive spot that drove you wild. You whimpered at the delicious combination of his lips, tongue, and beard touching your skin, goosebumps pricking over your arms.
"Thank you for this nice birthday surprise," Jensen's Texan accent oozed over your ear like honey, and you wanted a taste. "If you don't mind, I'd like to unwrap my present and play with what's inside."
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꘎♡━━Birthday V!brator━━♡꘎
(chris version)
Warnings : Smut and use of V!brator
Other blogs : @dracomalfoyhasmyheart
Summary : Chris buys Y/N a V!brator for her birthday
It was Y/N's birthday and Chris wanted to make it extra special for his girlfriend. He had planned out the perfect surprise for her and couldn't wait to see her reaction. He had purchased a vibrator and had been waiting all day for the right moment to give it to her.
After a romantic dinner, Chris led Y/N to the bedroom where he had set up the perfect atmosphere. Soft music played in the background and rose petals adorned the bed. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and she couldn't help but smile at the thoughtful gesture.
But little did she know, Chris had one more surprise up his sleeve. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the shiny vibrator, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she looked at the toy in his hand.
'Happy birthday, ma,' Chris said in a deep husky voice, using his special nickname for her.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she took the vibrator from his hand. She had always been open to trying new things in the bedroom, but this was definitely a first. Her heart was racing with anticipation as Chris gently pushed her back onto the bed.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his hand trailing down her body towards her center. Y/N moaned as his fingers teased her through the fabric of her panties. She could feel herself getting wet with desire as Chris slowly removed her clothes, his eyes dark with lust.
Y/N gasped as Chris ran the vibrator over her thighs, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. He then moved it to her sensitive area, the vibrations causing her to arch her back and moan louder. Chris couldn't resist the sight before him, Y/N was a goddess and he couldn't wait to see how she would react to the next part of his surprise.
He positioned the vibrator at her entrance and slowly pushed it inside, relishing in the moans and gasps that escaped her lips. Y/N's body trembled as the toy hit all the right spots. Chris leaned down and whispered in her ear, 'you like that, mamas?'
Y/N moaned in response, her eyes closed in pleasure. Chris continued to move the vibrator in and out of her, the sensation intensifying with each thrust. He could feel her walls clenching around the toy, knew she was close to reaching her peak.
In one swift motion, Chris pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his own throbbing member. Y/N cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely, the sensation sending her over the edge. Chris grabbed onto her hips and began thrusting into her with a fierce rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Y/N could feel the heat building inside her, her body on fire from the pleasure. She could also feel the power that Chris held over her, his dominant and controlling side being unleashed in the moment. It only intensified her desire for him.
As they both approached their climax, Chris quickened his pace, his hand reaching down to rub her clit. Y/N's body shook with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, her moans filling the room. Chris followed closely behind, his own release leaving him breathless.
They collapsed onto the bed, both panting and trying to catch their breaths. Chris gently pulled out and lay down next to her, pulling her into his arms. Y/N smiled up at him, feeling completely satisfied and loved.
'Thank you for the amazing birthday surprise, Chris,' she said, snuggling closer to him.
'Anything for you, Baby,' Chris replied, planting a kiss on her forehead.
And as they drifted off to sleep, Y/N couldn't help but think that this was definitely the best birthday surprise ever.
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Hey, honeys!! I'm back and I'm so fucking excited about it. I've really missed writing slutty things and sharing them with you all, it's just way too fun at this point. I'm returning with some L smut, seeing as you guys really liked the first one I wrote. Don't worry. I'm still doing smut for other people/characters/fandoms, etc. And will be opening my requests soon. Sit tight and I hope y'all like this one.—Ash <3
Birthday Suit
L x Female reader
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” L tells you. “Can you manage twenty minutes without me?”
“I cannot,” you reply quickly, hand resting on your cheek as you look at him. He’s being witty per usual, but what he is really referring to is your behavior earlier. Your birthday is today. And during your party this morning and through out the whole birthday dinner this evening, you refused to keep your hands and your eyes off of your tasty, sexy man.
It’s that suit; that devilishly sleek, perfectly fitted, charming tuxedo. Seeing him in that made you fall in love with him all over again. Almost as if you saw him for the first time.
L doesn’t dress up very often, but when he does, dear God when he does you want nothing more than for him to fuck you like a maniac. Not that you don’t adore his usual casual get-up. He’s handsome regardless. But a man that fine in a suit is a dangerous man. Your dangerous man.
“I love you,” you say, pouting as he enters the bathroom.
“Love you, too, hon,” he says back, fully disappearing into the bathroom now.
You hop out of bed, zipping over to your dresser and taking out your recently bought lingerie. It’s a gorgeous sheer, baby pink top with matching panties. You already knew you were going to be requesting some birthday sex from L tonight, but you decided to add in some fairy magic this time. He has no clue you bought this, but he adores you in pink. He says the color makes you glow even more than you already do.
L already got you the perfect birthday present; a deeply romantic and fancy dinner downtown, and an entire collection of your favorite manga. Both of which brought you immense gratitude and excitement. But him taking you to pound town really is the final stop.
You lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling daydreaming as you wait for him to finish up. Your belly fills with butterflies when you hear the shower head turn off.
Your eyes remain on the ceiling when he returns to the room, nothing but a white robe and shower slippers on.
“L?”
“Yes, y/n?” He answers, looking over at the bed. He squints his eyes, attempting to comprehend what he’s seeing.
“I want you inside me,” you say, being as blunt as can be. You don’t want to waste any time. Your pussy has been throbbing long enough.
He fights back a laugh. Not only a humored one, but a baffled one also. “How can I say no to that?”
L unties his robe and slips out of his slippers, drying his wet strands with a hand towel one final time. Your body tenses in elation as his footsteps get closer to you.
“You look perfect,” he praises, taking notice of your outfit change. He climbs on top of you, French kissing your mouth deeply.
You throw your arms around his neck and thrust into his naked body, clit hitting his erect dick. He sucks on your neck in your favorite spot as you continue to grind against him. Your hunger continues to grow.
L pulls your panties to the side and pushes his middle and ring fingers inside. He watches your face as he does so, kissing you as you moan out. The overstimulation is real right now.
Each time he pushes his long fingers inside of you, you thrust your hips forward, longing for them to be deeper. You’re nearly scratching beneath the skin on his arms with every probe and stretch and push of his slender digits.
L knows when your orgasm is approaching because you always start to clench really hard when it’s about to happen. He stops, replacing his fingers with his dick which is twitching to be in you.
Instinctively, you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him for full access. You want to feel him in your stomach. You love the sensation of it, the fullness.
He resumes the kissing on your neck and also your shoulders. He fucks you slow and careful, leaving it in for a few seconds so that you feel everything. You tighten your pussy around his dick each time as your legs become too weak to do so.
“Shit, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” you say shakily, hand gripping his hair for dear life as he pounds you without mercy.
The only noises that fill the room right before you both cum is the sound of your wet pussy being fucked to its core and your cries of passion. You love the sound of your own pussy being fucked. It turns you on beyond measure.
Your legs go numb wrapped around L’s body, but your grip on his hair and his shoulder remain tight as you explode. You scream out, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking train. L cums too, small whimpers and struggle groans following his climax.
The two of you are so drained after that, you can barely move.
“I’m so sleepy,” you say, L still on top of you catching his breath.
“Same here.” He sits up slowly, kissing you on the cheek. “Let’s go to sleep now.”
Authors Note: heyyyyyyy 🤍 I fucking love L okay that’s it bye 💋
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Mommy’s Birthday~ Narcissa Black(Divorced) xFem Reader
Happy Birthday Cissy!!! For all my nerds (; heres the info- Post War, Narcissa divorced Lucius. Draco and Narcissa on same page with divorce and all. Draco married to Astoria Greengrass, canon to book. Set during and after new years of 1998. Narcissa’s birthday is January 1, born in 1955, turning 43. We love a Capricorn bitch. Oh and establishled relatonship between Narcissa and reader.
Warnings: NSFW, fluff, implied sex, implied age gap, happy endings, Narcissa getting the relationship she deserves, heartwarming
Short blurb- around 350 words
Enjoy (;
It had been about 6 months since the second war.
You and Narcissa had finally become official (after years of secrecy) and after Cissy’s divorce from Lucius. You two had bought two small houses, one in the city and a cottage in the country.
You were celebrating new years with a little get together in the your shared cottage. Draco and Astoria had come to celebrate, and the night went splendid. You all had dinner and then chatted over some wine while for the clock to strike 12.
Soon enough the clock announced that it was officially the new year, 1998 had arrived!
You all clinked your glasses in celebration. You looked over to Cissy and exclaimed “Happy Birthday, baby!”
“Aw, why thank you my darling...” she purred, quite tipsy from the wine, as was obvious by her next action...
She crashed her lips into yours rather lustfully you’d say.
And this was right in front of Draco who just stood there in awe for a second, before his faced quickly screwed up into disgust.
“Ewww, mother, please not here!” Draco exclaimed as Astoria couldn’t stop laughing at Draco's embarrassment.
Cissy chuckled “Well then I suggest you leave Draco, before you see even more”.
Draco was out the door wishing you both a lovely new years in seconds, dragging a hysterical Astoria along with him.
You both stood there just taking each other in, and then you both burst out in laughter.
Once you got a hold on your breathing you whispered to Cissy “Y’know, I’ve got a birthday surprise for you” while wiggling your eyebrows at her suggestively.
She laughed again God, was her laugh intoxicating...
“And what would that be, my darling?” she purred back.
“Me.” you purred back, a flood of confidence rushing through you.
“My present is you? Oh my, your gonna regret this, love...” Cissy chuckled.
You responded by lifting up your dress to show her your newly bought black lingerie set.
Cissy gasped “And it comes wrapped! My my...”
She looked at you with drunken, lustful eyes “Bedroom now.” she sternly purred, and you gladly followed.
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Happy Birthday, Love ; SEO WOOBIN
PAIRING idolbf!woobin , reader!gender unspecified
GENRE 18+ smut, slight fluff
SYNOPSIS your boyfriend, woobin, telling you that he doesn’t want or need anything for his birthday but you can’t just leave him with nothing
WORD COUNT 1500
WARNINGS oral (woobin receiving), kissing, hand holding, hair tugging (reader receiving), pet names, throat fucking, mention of pubes, mentions of saliva/spit, cum eating
♫ adorn - miguel
a/n day fifteen of kinktober but also woobin day ! i love this dude so much so writing him felt right for today. > < like always, if you did enjoy this please consider liking and reblogging! ty ♡
You sat across your boyfriend with your arms crossed against your chest, giving him a slight glare, listening as he explains he wanted nothing for his birthday. The two of you went through this every year on his birthday, Woobin saying he wanted nothing, and you telling him you appreciate him too much to leave him empty handed. Woobin cups your face into his hand telling you to stop scowling at him, pressing kisses against your lips as you sat still, not yet giving into his distractions still keeping the same expression.
“Baby,” he whines, pressing kisses across your face, you having to nearly hold your breath to stop yourself from giggling.
“Smile, I promise it’s not a big deal, I already have the best-“
“Don’t you dare call me a gift, Seo Woobin, I will kick you.” You cut him off with a threat, playfully pinching his waist making him flinch with a yelp. He grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers, wrestling you down onto the mattress not that it took much.
“Oh, is this what you wanted for your birthday?”
“What? Oh my god.”
Woobin blushes profusely, letting you go quickly apologizing, you sitting up with a small laugh telling him you were only teasing. The blush on his cheeks does something for you, fixing your position so you’re on your knees, looking at Woobin with a smile.
“Can I please give you something?”
He gives you an expression ready to refuse the materialistic things, but your hand already finding itself onto his thigh makes him realize you meant something else entirely. Woobin tucks his pillowy lips in between his teeth giving you a quick nod, both of you finding a more comfortable position to sit. He wastes no time to call you pretty, tucking your hair behind your ear as you wrap your hands around the band of his sweatpants. Your nails graze over his happy trail, smirking in triumph as he twitches in his pants, having him lift his hips to help you discard the sweats to the floor. Woobin looks incredible, thick thighs that you’d never get over, raising your hand up from his thigh to cup his bulge, swallowing hard with anticipation. Giving your boyfriend oral wasn’t a daily occurrence, Woobin always wanting to ensure your pleasure over his own, your nerves buzzing in excitement over the change in pace.
“Fuck baby.” Woobin breathlessly moans under his breath as he watches you massage him through the thin fabric of his boxers, growing painfully hard from just a few touches alone. He licks his bottom lip as he watches you shimmy the boxers off him, his dick springing free from the suffocating boxers, it laying heavy against his stomach already leaking precum. He looked so good, his eyes not once leaving you as you look up at him, leaning up just enough to get one last kiss before going back down between his legs. You kiss down his happy trail, moving to kiss down and back up each thigh, leaving the gentle kisses up his shaft for last. Woobin’s moans are breathtaking, the way his hand finds itself into your hair, burying itself into the soft locks. Wrapping your hand around his dick and bringing it to your lips, you wrap your lips around the head gently giving it a few licks listening to his pained moans. He was feeling good.
The hand in your hair eases you down to start taking Woobin fully into your mouth, allowing your boyfriend to do as he pleases. He calls you pretty as he places his other hand under your chin, easing your head up before using the other to push you down. Your eyes slightly water at the stretch but it’s beyond welcomed, holding back a giggle when you hollow your throat around him, Woobin stammering in surprise.
“Fuck, you little minx.” Woobin chuckled with a moan, pushing the hair out of your face. You could tell he was being gentle with you inherently holding himself back, shaking off his hands and pulling yourself back. He stares at you in confusion asking if you were ok, beginning to apologize if he had pushed you too hard, you pouting making him more concerned.
“I want you to enjoy this and stop holding back.”
“What? What do you mean, baby?”
Your bottom lip sticks out, you growing a little frustrated, unable to coherently form sentences due to feeling overwhelmed by your emotions.
“You’re still holding back with me, I love how soft and gentle you are with me but I can tell you want to be rough too. I can take it.”
Woobin’s concerned expression softens, then it hardens, him pulling you into a kiss as he verified once more if you’d be ok, you nodding just wanting him so badly. He guides you back in between his legs, both hands on the side of your head as he tells you to open your mouth. You do, humming in delight as he slowly pushes himself back into your mouth, him rambling how warm you felt. It embarrasses you slightly his praises filling your head with so much love, losing yourself as he curls his fingers into the hair on the sides of your head, lifting his hips up to start thrusting into your throat. It’s slightly overwhelming but the slight twinge of pain makes your eyes flutter shut, holding his thighs to stabilize yourself as he pushes your head further down until your nose is tucked into his trimmed pubes. Woobin doesn’t slow his thrusts, his head tipped back to rest against the headboard as he drills into your throat, swearing behind clenched teeth as you hollow out your throat swallowing around him.
“You feel so good wrapped around me, fuck, so tight and warm.”
His filthy praises excite you, moaning deep into your throat, looking up at him through your eyelashes to let him know you were pleased. Moving his hands to pull out of your mouth, you whine as you’re stuck connected to him by a single string of saliva, Woobin telling you to stop whining as he’s only switching positions. He gets you on your back, having your head slightly hung off the edge, as he moves off the bed entirely to stand directly behind you. Reality sets in knowing exactly what your seemingly gentle boyfriend had planned for you, anticipation making your body tremble with need.
“Relax for me.”
Woobin’s assertiveness makes you brain explode, instantly relaxing as he pushes your mouth open with his fingers, guiding himself back into your throat. This position makes it easier to lose yourself in, wrapping your hands around the back of his thighs as his slow dragging thrusts make you dizzy. He compliments the way your throat expands when he pushes deeper, you too gone to really comprehend his words. When he finally decides to pick up to his original pace from moments ago you nearly faint, the stretch definitely more than previously. You welcome it though by swallowing around him, your hold on his thighs growing stronger the closer he got. Woobin places a hand around the base of your throat, massaging up and down your throat with a firm bit of pressure, feeling himself in your throat.
He stops in the middle of your throat, close to the base, groaning as he adds just barely enough pressure to make you gag.
“Is this where you feel me?”
The question drives you to insanity, moaning around both his hand and dick, his sadistic laugh making your eyes water. It’s evident that he’s close, his thighs starting to tense up and relax with each thrust of his hips, the hand on your throat firm.
Your grasp on his thighs grows firmer as you dig your nails into the soft skin, his hold on you so tight you feel as if you'd snap in half. He quickens his thrusts chasing his high until he groans, leaning forward as he cums down your throat, thighs convulsing as he pushes through his high. You swallow desperate to get all of him, rubbing your one hand up and down his thigh to aid him, gasping for air when he pulls away, your lips drenched in both spit and his arousal. Woobin instantly looked down at you and petted your hair asking if you were ok. You nod, eyes heavy from both being spent and aroused, him peppering kisses all over your face and throat helping you to sit up as he handfed you water and praises for doing so good. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you tell him thank you for letting you gift him this as a present, reassuring him that you enjoyed it so much, smiling as he pressed a kiss against your lips.
“Happy birthday, love.” You said in between the kiss, smile on your face so wide, as he pulls you down to lay against his chest wanting to keep you close as he kissed you senseless.
#gothlcsan#smut#kinktober#kpop smut#fiction#cravity#cravity smut#woobin#woobin cravity#cravity x reader#happy birthday#birthday smut
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THE HEADS’ PRIVATE QUARTERS
For @allthosedarlings Prongs Party. Prompt: kiss. Words: 156. Rating: M. Gifted to: @merlinsbbeard.
The dormitory was still. The sun had barely crested the horizon. A cold chill sat in the room but the bed was warm and the duvet was thick and the sheets were soft and it was on mornings like this that James thanked Merlin for the Heads’ Private Quarters.
Mornings when he woke with Lily wrapped up in his arms, auburn lashes splayed across her pale freckled cheeks. She would stir slowly, push the hair out of her face. Then she would yawn and stretch her arms above her head and say “Good morning, you,” and drop a kiss on his smiling mouth.
It was on this particular morning that Lily followed up with, “And happy birthday,” and before James knew it, she was pushing herself atop him and leaving a trail of blazing kisses down his bare chest and disappearing under the duvet as he thanked Merlin for the first of many times that morning.
AO3
#happy birthday james potter!#only saw this with two hours to midnight#a frantic scramble ensued#birthday smut#jily#microfic#james potter#lily evans#marauders era#prongs party#prongs party 2023#prompted writing#bella’s microfics#uncertainwallflower#jily smut
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Let Me Treat You, Baby!
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Riki knows how to give you a good time, your boyfriend made you dinner, washed all dishes and laundry, gave you presents and made you feel like the queen you deserve to be on your birthday, he has one more present to wrap and gift.
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This is the smut version. Fluff will come by soon!
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You and Riki were out and about for the day, getting you a new dress, food, plushies and presents, down to a hand made dessert. But what was better was the love at the end of the night. Riki was treating your body with so much love, poured into every touch he gave you. You shivered and quaked each time his lips touched your skin, kissing at your neck and ears, rutting against your ass. Riki couldn't keep his hands off of your curves, constantly running his hands up and down before closing your thighs and stuffing his cock between them, right on your clit as he rubbed back and forth to give you maximum pleasure. He loved the way you fell apart in his hands, making him even harder.
You moved and placed your hands on the bedsheets, him pulling your hips close as he reached down to mess with your clit, making you shout a little. "Rikiii~" you moaned, making him kiss down your shoulders and back in a passionate manner before pushing into your dripping wet pussy, having him almost jerk back cause of how tight of a hold you had on him already. You lifted your back to be against his chest as he started speeding his pace up, not caring about the noise anymore for the neighbors. Loud slaps and plaps along with moans from you and groans. Riki kept at his thrusts, kissing your neck and behind your ear. Riki kept that deep voice in your ear, making you shake and quake.
"Are you my good queen? My best queen, the one who deserves it all!~" he said, hugging you nice and tight as he started hardening the pace, making you squeak and scream in pleasure and you drenched the sheets under you in your love juices. Riki's big arms wrapped around your body, one hand between your tits, fondling them each an equal amount, the other arm was a grip on the hip, your arms flew to reach behind you, holding him as close as you could before you both came from your glorious highs, a loud strung out shaky moan came from you and a deep gutteral groan from him as you two flopped on the bed.
Riki was still holding onto you but his movement made you horny again. You looked at the time. 10:35. "Hey Riki? Can we have another round?~"
#kpop#smut#enhypen riki#enhypen nishimura riki#riki nishimura x reader#nishimura riki#fanfic#enhypen fanfiction#birthday smut
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After an epic fail of Rexwritesstuff's birthday present last year, I have started a tradition of gifting her smut instead. This year she requested an established relationship Destiel AU based on art by Caduoca and here's what I came up with.
(If you'd prefer to read this on AO3 you can find it HERE!)
MR. JULY
Castiel
“Castiel?”
Castiel Novak turned away from the monitor he was staring at to see his agent hurrying towards him, a worried expression on his face.
“Hana? What’s wrong?”
He listened stonily as Hana explained that the casting agent had called. Ashton—one of the models that had been booked for today’s shoot—was sick, and not the kind of sick that could be disguised with makeup. He wouldn’t be coming in.
“Do they have anyone else they can send? The booking was for five models.”
Hana gave Castiel a look. “You think I didn’t already ask them? The only model they have available is Jay.” He held out his phone to Castiel, Jay’s headshot displayed on the screen.
Castiel considered the photo and then shook his head. Jay was beautiful in an androgynous way but Castiel had specifically requested larger, more muscular models for this shoot. He wanted beefcake, which Jay was most definitely not.
“Jo!” he called, handing Hana’s phone back to him. A moment later, the stylist approached, her heels clicking against the studio’s cement floor.
“You bellowed?” she asked archly. “I do have things to be doing, you know.”
“Ashton’s out,” Castiel told her brusquely. “Can any of the other models wear his outfits?”
Jo immediately understood the issue. “Give me a minute,” she said, her long red hair flying as she spun on her very high heel and disappeared back the way she came.
“I could call Balthazar, see if he has anybody available?” Hana offered, but Castiel shook his head.
The client for today’s shoot—an online clothing boutique wanting images for their annual pin-up calendar—was a nightmare to work with, and Castiel was under pressure to get this shoot done as quickly as he could on a very limited budget. He didn’t have time to wait for another model, and he didn’t have the budget to pay Balthazar’s exorbitant booking rates.
“What do you want me to do?” Hana asked.
“Go back to the agency, tell them we won’t be needing Jay, and make sure that we only get charged for the four models that showed up,” Castiel instructed, and Hana gave him a short nod in confirmation before hurrying out of the studio, phone already back up to his ear.
Jo’s assistant, a dark-haired young woman named Ruby, came running up to Castiel and shoved a stack of Polaroids in his hand. Castiel flicked through them quickly, eying the images critically. He paused on the final Polaroid. The model—Cody, if Castiel remembered correctly—was gorgeous: blond hair and blue eyes and a body that looked as though it had been sculpted from marble. But…
Castiel held up the polaroid, raising one eyebrow questioningly and Ruby made a face. “Ashton was the only one without a nudity clause. Jo checked. That’s the best we could do.”
Their best wasn’t going to be good enough. “These are fine,” he said, handing all of the photos but the last one back to Ruby. “Pull the last outfit.”
Ruby’s eyes widened slightly but silently accepted the Polaroids and hurried back to the dressing room.
Castiel tried to think. The client was adamant that he shoot all of the outfits that they had provided and while he could take some amazing photos of Cody, they wouldn’t match the vision that the client had of scantily clad gorgeous men.
The thought of scantily clad gorgeous men reminded Cas of something, and inspiration struck. He pulled out his phone, his thumbs flying over the screen.
Castiel: 911
Three dots appeared and disappeared at the bottom of the screen.
Dean: ???
Castiel: When can you get to the studio?
The dots bounced and Castiel held his breath.
Dean: 2 hours
Castiel: 🙏
With a sigh of relief Castiel slipped his phone back into his pocket. This could work. He’d need to sweet talk Meg into working a little bit later, but she still owed him one and he wasn’t above calling in that favor. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“DUMA!” he yelled, and a flustered young woman appeared at his side.
“Yes?” she said breathlessly.
“We’re starting,” he told her. “Tell Jo to send out the first model.”
Dean
“Cas?”
Dean Winchester closed the door to Cas’ photography studio behind him. It had been unlocked, but the front desk was empty and the office silent, which worried Dean. Cas didn’t use their emergency code lightly—the last time Dean had received a ‘911’ text, Cas’ piece of crap car had broken down on the way to a job and Cas had needed Dean to come pick him up—so to receive it on a day that Dean knew Cas had a shoot was troubling.
He’d tried hard to get to Cas’ studio as soon as he could. Cas’ message had come in while Dean was in the middle of an important meeting, one that, unfortunately, Dean couldn’t leave. Uriel had droned on and on forever, even with Dean doing his best to hurry things along, and Michael had pulled him aside after the meeting to privately convey how impressed he was with Dean’s work. Any other time Dean would have been punching the air in celebration, but all he could think about was Cas waiting for him, the clock ticking.
“Cas?” Dean called again, sticking his head into the shooting space. The cavernous room was empty, save for a large green screen backdrop and Cas’ expensive lighting setup.
“In here,” he heard and followed the sound of Cas’ voice to one of the small rooms at the back of the studio that Cas used as a dressing room. Cas was leaning against the edge of the long table covered with bottles and palettes and brushes, looking down at a figure sitting on a swiveling stool. Her back was to Dean, but he recognized her long, dark hair, and his confusion increased.
Cas straightened up as soon as he saw Dean, relief naked on his face. “Oh thank god you’re here,” he said.
“What’s the emergency?” Dean asked warily. Cas looked fine, and Dean had done a cursory inspection of Cas’ car as he’d walked past it, and that looked fine too, so…
“I need your help,” Cas said. He crossed over to the rack of clothes standing on the other side of the room and held up an outfit. “I need you to put this on.”
“Oh fuck no,” Dean said, clocking the outfit and shaking his head. “Cas—”
“Please, Dean,” Cas said, blue eyes wide and pleading. “Please.”
“Why?”
“One of the models got sick.”
“Why couldn't you get one of the others to wear that?” Dean argued, already knowing he was fighting a losing battle. Cas was a consummate professional: if he was resorting to calling Dean in, then he’d already tried everything else.
“Because the rest of the models were prudes who skipped leg day, and they needed someone shameless with a decent ass to wear that,” Meg added, spinning around with a gleeful smile on her face.
Dean’s jaw dropped, ignoring Meg’s barb. “Are you kidding? Cas has got more ass than I do! Why don’t you wear it?” he demanded.
Meg hooted with laughter, and Cas’ jaw set.
“Please, Dean,” he asked quietly, his eyes pleading with Dean.
Dean hesitated.
“What’s the shoot for?” he asked.
“A calendar, proceeds of the sale going to an LGBTQ+ charity. It will only be you and me,” Cas said, as if sensing that Dean’s resolve was crumbling. “I’ve sent everyone else home.”
“What about—” Dean waved a hand at Meg.
“I’m just here to make you pretty for the camera,” Meg told him.
Dean looked at the outfit, at Cas, back to the outfit.
“You really need this shot?” he asked reluctantly.
Cas nodded. He pulled out his phone and showed Dean the concept. “You’re perfect for it.”
Dean sighed in defeat. “Alright, fine. Hand it over,” he grumbled.
Cas lit up, grabbed Dean’s face and pulled him into a deep, grateful kiss, then shoved the hanger into his chest. “I’ll get everything ready,” he said, and hurried out of the room, leaving Dean alone with Meg.
Meg waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she told him. “Now c’mon, I have a date tonight, and I don’t want to be late.”
Glaring at Meg, Dean took a deep breath and began to strip.
Castiel
Dean walked back into the studio fifteen minutes later, wrapped in a fuzzy robe with a cowboy hat perched on his head, a scowl on his face. Meg trailed behind him, smirking.
“He’s all ready for you, Clarence,” she called. “I’m out.”
“Thank you, Meg,” Castiel called at her retreating back, smiling at the (dismissive) wave she gave over her shoulder.
“Dude, she put makeup on my ass!” Dean complained when Cas turned back to him.
“That’s normal,” he soothed. “Do you want to put some music on?” He held his phone out to Dean, who begrudgingly swiped through to Cas’ music app, and soon the familiar strains of Led Zeppelin began playing from the sound system that Cas had set up in the studio.
Putting his phone away, Cas put his hand on Dean’s lower back and guided him to the set. “I need to get some levels. Can you—” he waved his hand at Dean. Dean’s eyes flew nervously around the studio.
“I asked Meg to lock the door behind her,” Castiel reassured him. “It’s just us.”
“And you’re sure nobody’ll see anything?” Dean asked again.
“You’ll have your back to the camera the entire time,” Castiel told him again. “And you can pull the hat down as low as you want. No one will be able to tell that it’s you. I promise.”
Dean nodded, then took a deep breath, obviously steeling himself, and turned his back to Castiel. He shrugged out of the robe and tossed it off to the side, and Castiel had to remind himself to breathe.
The final image for the calendar—the pièce de résistance—was a cowboy. Dean was wearing a pair of cowboy boots, a pair of cow skin chaps, a kerchief tied around his neck, and nothing else. His skin glowed golden under the lights, faint muscles rippling as he shifted nervously, hands cupped in front of him. Meg had indeed put makeup on Dean’s exposed buttcheeks, contouring the muscles, and he looked right at home in the outfit with his naturally bowed legs.
He looked amazing.
Shaking himself, Cas picked up his camera and examined Dean through the preview screen.
“Okay, Dean. Whenever you’re ready,” Cas called, and he saw Dean’s chest expand and fall as he took a deep breath and then dropped his hands, shifting his weight onto one hip as he started to pose.
Dean wasn’t a model, and he’d never had any interest in modeling, but after years of being photographed by Cas—especially in the bedroom—Dean had picked up a few tricks. Cas offered some directions (“Think Fabio,” he’d said, and cracked up when Dean looked over his shoulder and gave him what Cas called Dean’s ‘blue steel’) but otherwise stayed quiet and let Dean do what he wanted.
He did slyly change the music from Led Zeppelin to their sexy bedroom playlist and smiled as Dean chuckled in recognition of the beat that started pumping through the studio and began to relax, his body moving more freely, his poses becoming more natural.
As Dean moved from pose to pose, his muscles rippling under the lights, Cas had to force himself to focus more on the composition of the shot and less on the subject as his body started to react to the mostly naked Dean in front of him. His mouth grew dry and he felt himself harden in his jeans, his body associating the music and the sight in front of him with some very good times.
Cas cleared his throat and set down his camera. “Why don’t you, uh, why don’t you try some low poses?” he suggested.
Dean
Dean looked down at the green backdrop under his feet, and then over his shoulder at Cas, checking to see if he was serious. The concrete floor was not going to be comfortable, and the thin canvas green screen that Dean was standing on wasn’t going to offer much comfort. Cas nodded, so Dean shrugged and carefully sank to his knees, keeping his ass as high off the spurs on his heels as he could.
“Wait a moment,” he heard Cas say, and held still, listening to Cas scurrying around behind him, adjusting the lights. When he got the all-clear he closed his eyes, flexed, and started posing.
He could hear the camera’s shutter going off behind him, could feel the weight of Cas’ gaze on him, and his heart started to race. He loved being photographed by Cas, not just because all of Cas’ attention was focused on him, but because when Cas went through the photos afterward Dean was able to see himself through Cas’ eyes. The parts of his body that Dean felt self-conscious about became beautiful, his weaknesses his strengths, and it was hard to look at the photos and not feel absolutely loved by this man.
It might also be that Cas got incredibly turned on shooting Dean, and their bedroom photo shoots often ended with some of the hottest sex Dean had ever had.
His knees were beginning to ache, so he slowly moved until he was lying on his side, propped on one elbow.
“Hold it,” Cas called, and obediently Dean held still, waiting for Cas to adjust the lighting again.
“Okay, good,” came the call, and Dean began. He arched his back, presenting his naked ass to Cas and the camera. With his free hand, he adjusted his cowboy hat, deepening the shadow that fell on his face and then turned his head as much as he could to look over his shoulder, tugging on the brim as he dipped his chin in a mock bow.
He heard Cas inhale and smirked, holding the pose for a few seconds. The shutter clicked frantically as Cas captured the image and then stopped. Dean relaxed and then yelped in surprise as Cas grabbed his shoulder and pushed him onto his back, knocking off his cowboy hat and blanketing him with his body as he kissed him, deep and filthy.
“So hot,” Cas mumbled against Dean’s lips. “So fucking hot, Dean.”
Dean laughed into the kiss. “See something you like?” he asked cheekily. Cas growled, and Dean gasped as Cas roughly rolled him onto his stomach then grabbed his hips and hauled him up onto all fours before burying his face in Dean’s ass.
“Fu–Cas!” Dean exclaimed, jolting from the unexpected touch, exhaling shakily as Cas’ tongue swept over his hole. Cas hummed, using his hands to spread Dean’s cheeks wide and licked again, long licks over Dean’s hole with the flat of his tongue from his taint to his tailbone. Dean closed his eyes and allowed himself to sink into the feeling, to enjoy himself. He groaned his pleasure as he felt Cas suck gently on his hole and began to kiss it, deep, wet, open-mouthed kisses, flicking his tongue against Dean’s rim.
Dean shoved himself back on Cas’ face, trying to force him to go deeper. “Oh, fuck, yeah, Cas,” he moaned. If he’d known this was going to happen, he wouldn’t have fought Cas so hard to do the shoot. In fact, if Cas had said, “Stand in for one of my models and I’ll eat you out until you’re begging me to fuck you,” then Dean would have gladly dropped trou in front of the entire studio, because Cas had a sinfully talented mouth and Dean would do anything to have it on whenever he could.
Cas chuckled but worked his tongue inside, and Dean groaned and dropped his head, letting Cas open him up. He no longer cared that the concrete floor underneath him was uncomfortable, that his knees were aching and that the cavernous studio was chilly. All that mattered was Cas: the wet slide of Cas’ tongue in and out of his ass, the scratch of Cas’ stubble on his ass cheeks, the pleasure that Cas was slowly but surely building deep inside Dean.
Cas pulled back, pausing for a moment, and Dean whined in complaint. “Cas, goddamit—oh, fuuuuck,” he said, the last word ending on a breathless gasp as Cas slid a finger inside him, pulling on his rim to hold him open, fucking his tongue in and out, deeper than before. “Jesus,” he panted, making tiny thrusts back against Cas’ finger and tongue. He could feel saliva coating his ass cheeks and his balls and knew Cas’ face would be a sloppy mess, and somehow that just made everything so much hotter.
Dean was rock hard now, his cock bobbing underneath him in time with his thrusts back against Cas’ tongue He shifted his weight to balance on one hand and wrapped the other around his cock.
Before he could even start to stroke himself, bright pain exploded across one of his ass cheeks.
“That’s mine,” Cas growled.
“Then do something with it,” Dean shot back, but immediately let go of his cock. Cas spanked him again for his cheek, and then Dean felt more fingers slip into him, felt the palms of Cas’ hand prising his cheeks apart, forcing his tight hole open even further and he moaned in a combination of anticipated pleasure and the pain of the stretch.
He heard Cas spit, felt warm liquid hit his skin, and then Cas’ tongue was fucking him again, harder and deeper. Dean dropped to his chest, his arms giving out. “Oh, fuck, Cas, please.” He wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking for, just desperately needing more.
“I don’t have anything,” Cas said uncertainly. “I didn’t—”
“I don’t fucking care, just fuck me,” Dean demanded. Alright, perhaps he did know what he was asking for because he needed Cas’ cock in him, right now.
He made a noise of protest when Cas’ hands disappeared again, then sighed in relief at the sound of Cas’ zipper sliding down. He heard Cas spit again, then the unmistakable sound of him slicking his cock up and bit back a moan at the memory of watching Cas do just that, knowing how gorgeous his cock looked with Cas’ long fingers wrapped around it. He was tempted to turn around and offer to suck Cas, get him all nice and wet, but before he could open his mouth he felt the spongy head of Cas’ cock bump against his wide open hole.
“Fuck yes,” Dean mumbled, wriggling his ass in encouragement. One of Cas’ hands grabbed his hip, holding him still and then Cas slowly pushed in, the head of his cock popping past Dean’s rim.
Cas paused. “You ready?” he asked, his voice rough.
Dean rocked back, forcing Cas in a little deeper. “Fuckin’ give it to me, Cas, I—”
The rest of his words were lost in the breath that was punched out of him as Cas drove himself into Dean fast and hard, and then Dean couldn’t speak at all. Cas pounded into him, the snap of his hips brutal, his cock slamming into Dean over and over until Dean was lost to the sensation of being forcefully filled over and over and over again.
He could hear Cas muttering behind him, thought he heard the “fuck” and “ass” and “mine,” but then Cas’ hand wrapped around the waist of Dean’s chaps and used them as a handle to pull Dean back to meet Cas’ cock harder and harder and Dean couldn’t hear anything above the sound of Cas’ hips slapping his ass and his own panting breath.
Cas’s cock felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough for Dean to come—he needed something more. He slid a hand under his body, reaching for his dick when Cas suddenly moved away.
“Come here,” Cas ordered, and Dean twisted around to look at Cas. He was lying on his back, propped up on his elbows, his jeans and boxers tangled around his knees. His cock was arching towards his stomach, wet and an angry red.
“I want to watch you ride me,” he said, his voice hoarse, and Dean scrambled to straddle Cas’ hips, his back to Cas.
“Wait,” he said, stretching to retrieve his discarded cowboy hat, placing it on his head before shifting back astride Cas. He reached behind himself, lining Cas’ cock up and then slowly sinking down.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” he moaned in appreciation as his ass settled on Cas’ hips, Cas’ cock so much deeper than it had been before. Dean rocked his hips experimentally, clenching his ass around Cas teasingly.
“Fuck, Dean,” Cas groaned, and Dean grinned. He grabbed hold of the crown of his hat, holding it in place, and rode Cas as though Cas was a bucking bronco and Dean was a cowboy. He hammed it up, putting on a performance, drawing out moans and groans of pleasure from Cas, but the brush of Cas’ cock against his prostate had him quickly giving up the act and riding Cas hard, tilting his hips so that he hit that sweet spot, lifting up and slamming his ass down onto Cas’ pelvis over and over until he was the one moaning with pleasure.
“Shit, Cas,” Dean gasped as sparks lit up at the base of his spine and he chased the feeling, moving faster and faster. He wished he could see Cas’ face. He could just picture it—Cas’ brow furrowed, the blue of his eyes nothing more than a thin ring around the black of his pupils, his cheeks flushed red—and his hand flew over his leaking cock. He could feel his balls drawing up into his body, the pleasure sucking everything inwards until Dean thought he was going to explode and his rhythm faltered. “Oh, shit, oh, oh, Cas—��
Cas’ hands landed on his hips, hot and heavy, forcing Dean down harder and harder as Cas fucked up into him as every muscle in Dean’s body locked up, the tension snapping as his orgasm slammed into him and he came so hard he saw stars behind his eyelids.
“Fuck, Dean, yes, just—like—that—oh, fuck, Dean!”
Cas slammed into him one final time, forcing himself into Dean as deep as he could go, and came with a shout. Dean felt Cas’ cock pulsing inside him, his release filling Dean and sighed happily. The only thing better than coming was making Cas come too. When Cas’ breathing slowed and the fingers locked in an iron grip around Dean’s hips flexed, Dean slid bonelessly off Cas and curled up against him, closing his eyes and basking in the afterglow.
If this is what happened when Dean agreed to model for Cas, then Dean was going to agree to do it more often.
Castiel
The floor was hard and the cold of the concrete was seeping up through the canvas of the green screen underneath him, but Dean was pillowed on his chest, and Castiel was loath to move him.
Dean mumbled something into Cas’ chest and then pushed himself into an upright position, groaning slightly as he did so.
“Gotta say, this was not what I was expecting when I said yes,” he said, looking down at Cas, smirkingly slightly.
“You really thought that I was going to be able to keep my hands off you when you were dressed like that?” Castiel waved a hand at Dean, and Dean’s cheeks flushed with an embarrassment that he found charming: after all these years, Dean still doubted how much of an effect he had on Castiel.
“Did you get any good shots, at least?” Dean asked, and Castiel pushed himself up into a seated position, raising an eyebrow at his doubtful tone.
“I know, I know,” Dean said quickly. “But it’s for a calendar, Cas. With real models.”
“And every single person who buys this calendar is going to wish that every month was November so they could keep that gorgeous ass of yours on their wall forever,” Castiel told him. “Real models be damned.”
“November?”
“July?” Castiel shrugged. “Do you have a preference? I don’t actually know which shots are intended for which month.”
“Guess not.”
Dean still looked doubtful, so Castiel rubbed a hand along Dean’s arm soothingly. “Why don’t you go get dressed? I’ll clean up out here and then we can check the images together?”
Dean nodded and climbed to his feet, offering Castiel a hand and helping him up off the floor, for which Castiel was grateful. He was getting too old to be lying down for extended periods of time on such hard surfaces.
As Dean gingerly walked towards the dressing room, Castiel tucked himself back into his pants, screwing up his face at the cold and sticky patches on the front, and got to work.
By the time Dean came back, Castiel had rolled up the greenscreen and thrown it in the dumpster out the back of the studio (and sent Duma an email asking her to order a new one), packed away his expensive cameras and was sitting in front of the large monitor, reviewing all the shots.
“Can I see?” Dean asked and Castiel nodded.
Dean was silent as he peered over Castiel’s shoulder while Castiel scrolled through some of the shots he’d taken earlier in the day—All-American Cody in a skimpy bathing suit, a gorgeous ginger giant in a kilt and leather bandolier—but Castiel heard him inhale sharply when he came to his favorite photo of Dean.
Dean was reclining on his side, his back to the camera, the chaps exposing the golden globes of his ass. Dean’s face was hidden under the shadow of the brim—and Castiel had manipulated the shadow, making it darker—but the corner of his mouth, curled in a knowing smirk, was still visible. Cas quickly added the background that the client had requested—a painted desert, with cacti and distant mountains, bleached by the midday sun.
“Jesus,” Dean whispered. “That looks—”
“Fucking incredible,” Castiel agreed. ‘You look fucking incredible, Dean.” He twisted his head and kissed Dean’s mouth, which was hanging open in shock. “Thank you.”
“I think you already thanked me,” Dean said, quickly recovering and waggling his eyebrows. Castiel rolled his eyes and turned back to the monitor.
“Hey, what are those shots down the bottom?” Dean asked, leaning further over Castiel’s shoulder to point.
“I’m not sure,” Cas confessed, scrolling to the thumbnails at the bottom of the page and clicking on one, then felt his mouth drop open in shock as the image opened.
“What the...?”
On the monitor was Dean, on his knees straddling a torso, one hand on his cowboy hat, his back arched suggestively, ass flexing. It had obviously been taken mid-fuck, but Castiel’s upper body was out of frame.
It was raw and beautiful, and Castiel felt his cock twitch in his pants both at the sight of Dean on the screen and the memory of how it had felt to have Dean above him like that.
“Cas?”
Dean’s voice broke through Castiel’s thoughts. His tone was sharp: that was probably not the first time he’d tried to get Castiel’s attention.
“Yes. Sorry. What?”
Dean gestured at the monitor. “How the fuck did that one get taken?”
Castiel tilted his head and examined the photo for a moment, and then his hands flew to the pocket of his pants. “Oh, no.”
“What? What is it?”
Castiel withdrew a small plastic rectangle from his pants pocket and showed it to Dean. “It’s the remote control for the camera,” he explained. “I was using it for some of the shots earlier and put it in my pocket. You must have pressed the button when you were…” Castiel coughed.
“Oh.”
Dean stared at the image on the monitor for a moment longer.
“That one’s not going in the calendar,” he said. “Right?”
“Right,” Castiel quickly agreed. “That one will just be for us.” He selected the last few thumbnails—Dean must have bumped the remote a few times—and dragged them out of the gallery, saving them in a separate folder that he marked “PRIVATE” to stop Duma from opening it.
Castiel stood and offered his hand to Dean. “Come on, cowboy,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”
“Alrigh’, Huckleberry,” Dean drawled, and together they made their way out of the studio space.
“Hey, Cas?” Dean asked as Cas locked the studio door behind them.
“Yes, Dean?”
“D’you think we could keep the cowboy outfit?”
Castiel looked at Dean, who smirked at him, eyes dark with the promise of heat.
He smiled.
“I think that can be arranged.”
FIN.
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Happy birthday! Ok so correct me if I'm wrong but you write for hellboy right? If so, could you please do 2008 hellboy smut. Like maybe some jealous rooftop sex with a plus size s/o? (If not you can totally ignore this!)
Yes yes yes
Just watched the first movie last night cause it's on Netflix and I am ready for this
Jealous Fuck
Hellboy x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader
Warnings: fingering, jealously, jealous fuck, dirty talk, praise, p in v, no condom (please wrap before you tap), semi public sex, spelling mistakes,
"Who was he?" Hellboy shrugs, trying and failing to hide his annoyance and jealously.
"Hb..." You sigh, pulling your coat tighter around your form.
"You guys seemed pretty close," He continued, a hand on his hip.
"He was a new agent, HB, I was just showing him around town, it wasn't anything to be jealous of," your hair blows widely in the late October wind.
He sighs, looking at the gravel floor on the buildings roof. "You promise?"
You walk up to him, taking both his hands in yours, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. "I promise. It was just friendly. I only have eyes for you, baby,"
You could tell he wanted to believe you, but some insecure part of his gut wouldn't let it go.
"It's friendly 'Cause you're all mine right?"
Letting go of his stone hand, you cup his cheek, turning him to meet your eyes.
"I'm all yours, Red,"
Something flashes in his eyes, you've seen it before and it makes your face flush. He lunges, pressing his lips to yours. Slanting his lips he steals the breath from your lungs and makes you moan against his lips.
His stone hand reaches around to grope your thick ass, his human one tangling in your hair.
You squeeze his biceps, feeling heat pool between your thighs. "Let's go back to HQ, baby," You whisper against his lips.
"No time," He pulls away, tugging your hair back, making you tip your head up, exposing your throat. "I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now,"
You moan, his mouth sucking deep dark bruises onto your neck, a clear marking as his.
He pushes you to the roof ledge, spinning you around and bending you over the wall.
"Red..." You whisper, becoming bashful.
Hb tugs at your leggings, ripping them down your legs and pooling them at your boots. The cold spread goosebumps across your skin.
Your eyes flicker all around the empty streets and alleyways around you. You thank God it was the middle of the night and not day.
He dips his fingers into your folds, and you buck and moan, rolling your hips.
"So wet, baby," He parts them, moving his fingers around and coating them in your wetness.
He bends down, kissing at your ass cheek, he sucks a hickey into you skin then bites. Hard.
You yelp, but it turns into a moan as he plunges a finger into your sopping depths. You bite your jacket sleeve to keep quiet, only allowing harsh breaths and grunts.
His slips a second finger in, moving them fast, the sound of your slick filling the silent air.
"Red baby, I need you," You moan, looking at him over your shoulder.
"We gotta wait, hot stuff," He pulls his hand from your pussy and smacks your ass, making you yelp loudly. "You're not stretched enough for my big dick,"
"I am," You moan, face bright red.
"You think?" He slips three fingers inside you, stretching and pulling at your tight entrance. "You can barely take three fingers baby,"
"I can take it," reaching down, you rub and circle your clit, knowing it drives him wild to see you doing it.
Your pussy relaxes, allowing his three thick fingers to move easily in and out of you.
"Huh, you were right, baby," He removes his hand, licking them clean. "Let's see if my cock can fit too,"
You hear his zipper and belt, it sends an entirely unholy shiver down your spine. His hands grab your waist, his cock poking your folds.
"You ready?"
"Please," He slowly pushes himself in, not wanting to hurt you. But he didn't have to worry about that, because of how wet you were, he slipped in halfway without any trouble.
"Look at that, baby," He cooed. "Halfway without any trouble. That's my good girl,"
Your toes curled in your boots, you set your forehead on your arm, trying with all your might to not move.
With slow movements he slips inside to the hilt, moaning with you. He pulls out them slams forward.
You can't contain your moans, mouth hanging out and the sounds echoing across the quiet neighborhood.
"That's it baby," hb groans behind you.
"Fuck, you're so big," You moan, pushing your ass back to meet him thrust for thrust.
"Yeah, big and thick but you take it like a fucking champ, don't you baby? Yeah, cause that's what good girls do,"
You moan louder, reaching your hand back to play with your clit. The band in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter.
"Say you're mine," He growls, thrusting harder.
"I'm yours! I'm all yours baby!" You shout, cumming around his thick cock, bucking and moaning against him. You're thankful the brick wall was there to hold you up.
"Say. It. Again." He spanks and thrusts his words, making you skin bloom red.
"I'm yours, Hellboy! I'm all yours!"
"That's it, good fucking girl," He pants, thrusting harder and more erratically, nearing his end.
With a roar he fills your pussy with his hot cum, there's too much and it spills from your sore hole.
You whimper and pant together, calming your breaths. "Fuck, Hb,"
He laughs softly, leaning down and kissing up your clothed spine, pressing his lips to your ear. "You're mine, and I'm yours. And nothing is ever going to change that,"
#BARK BARK BARK#hellboy#hellboy headcannons#hellboy imagine#hellboy 2 the golden army#hellboy x reader#hellboy x fem reader#birthday smut#thanks for the ask!#it is my work
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❧ 30 | Chabin Oneshot
“I think I’m a little old for birthday parties now, Yeonie.” Hongbin carded his fingers through Hakyeon’s dark, fluffy hair and watched him get comfortable between his spread thighs.
“Baby,” Hakyeon tutted, his breath hitting Hongbin’s cock and making it twitch against his abdomen. “We talked about this. Turning thirty is a big deal, and not in a bad way.”
“Just means I’m old.”
Hakyeon lifted his eyes, soft and wanting, to Hongbin’s flushed face.
“If you mean that in the sense that you get hotter every year, and it makes me want to fuck you until you cry, scream, you’re so overstimulated you can’t come anymore, or all of the above, then, sure. You’re old, gorgeous, and I love you.”
💙 Read the rest here
💙 My AO3
💙 My Carrd
#vixx#vixx fanfiction#vixx fanfic#vixx scenarios#vixx n#vixx hongbin#cha hakyeon#lee hongbin#chabin#vixx smut#vixx au#smut fanfiction#archive of our own#ao3 fanfic#birthday smut#moon writes#wrote this for hb day but i posted it late the horrors are unrelenting pls cut me some slack sjsjsjss#romantic fluff
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It’s my birthday today, and I would love some steamy recommendations for any of my boys (Thorin, Mando, MoonKnight, Bucky, Steve, etc) for my reading pleasure this fine week! Anyone have favorites?
#thorin x fem!reader#mandalorian x reader#stucky x reader#bucky x female reader#birthday smut#commander rex x fem!reader#dwalin x fem!reader
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GUYSSS
just fucking wait for the pure amount of smut coming out on my birthday.
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo smut#smut#chris sturniolo smut#ma kink#mamas kink#matt sturniolo dom#kqysly notes#kqysly speaks#kqysly creations#chris smut#matthew sturniolo#birthday#birthday smut
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I decided to draw my oc being tied up for Vegeta's birthday.
Safe(who is mentioned) is an oc made by a dear friend of mine on DeviantArt.
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WAKING THEM UP TO FUCK!
PAIRINGS: SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, KENTO NANAMI.
WARNINGS: MDNI!!! female reader, pet names, (gojo) cuddle fucking, (geto) missionary, light teasing, (toji) cowgirl, him being a lazy bastard, (nanami) doggy, ass slapping
SATORU GOJO: just as horny as you are.
the air around you is sweltering as you wake from your dream, but you swear your core feels even hotter.
you’re already soaked, panties sticking to your skin. sticking uncomfortably at that. it’s early, too early to even think about trying to get off. causing you to try to wiggle around and get comfortable again so you could go back to sleep before you feel an arm sling around your waist.
“can’t keep squirming like that, baby.” satoru’s voice is low in your ear with the slightest rasp. enough rasp to make your cunt clench around absolutely nothing and for your body to involuntarily squirm again.
“sorry, satoru. just got woken up from a dream.”
“oh?” his slender fingers rub up and down your side, lingering a little longer when they reached your hip. “is that why your panties are so wet?”
you frown. you know he’s used to this and it doesn’t bother him at all, but you still feel bad for waking him in the night so frequently.
“‘m sorry, ‘toru. i know you have to work tomorrow.” he hooks his chin over your shoulder and giggles into your neck.
“don’t be sorry, pretty girl, not faring much better than you right now.” you feel him shallowly thrust against your ass, feeling how hard his cock is. “how about you help me out and i help you?” his fingers slip from your waist to the top of your panties and once you nod your head, he’s pulling them down just far enough to uncover your pussy.
“this is why sleeping naked is so worth it,” he pauses as he lines up with your entrance and begins to push in, the pair of you moaning when he sinks in all the way, “makes it so i can help my girl faster.”
you whimper when his hand moves to grip your waist, holding you closer to him as he begins to thrust. your pussy squelching from how wet you were.
“were you having a good dream baby? that why you’re so soaked f’me?” you moan again in response, frantically nodding your head.
“yeah?” he thrusts into you harshly and groans, “tell me allllll about it, pretty, and i’ll make it come true.”
SUGURU GETO: tired until he slips it in.
you knew better than to wake up suguru late on a work night, but you were aching so badly and it wasn’t something just your own fingers could fix.
his raven hair was spread across his pillow and his arm was slung across his eyes to black any of the light in the room. he looked unbelievably beautiful and hot, even though you couldn’t see his whole face.
“please baby?” you whisper, kissing the column of his neck. “i won’t do it again. i promise.” the corner of his lips tug into a smirk and his hand snakes down to palm his growing erection.
“you’re so lucky i love you.” you smile when he lazily rolls on top of you. your face scrunching into pleasure when he runs a finger through your wet slit.
“no panties baby? sure you weren’t planning on waking me up?” his voice still laced with sleep.
“no, never.” you smile up at him again, eyes low as you watch him jerk his thick cock a few times before lining in up with your sopping hole. pushing in just the tip to play with you.
“don’t tease right now, need you so bad.”
“yeah?” he pauses to yawn, eyes squinting, but never moving from the sight of your pussy stretching around the head. “how bad, baby?”
“so bad, please don’t make me beg.” you roll your hips into him and stick out your bottom lip. he groans, not wanting to tease you more for your and his sake.
“y’so lucky i’m sleepy and don’t wanna tease.” he says, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he begins to sink into you further. both of you throwing your head back and his eyes snapping shut.
“ohh fuck.” he growls. hips rolling forward to meet yours and your skin making a slight slapping sound when they connect. suguru leans over to grip the headboard. long, messy hair dangling in his face.
“so sorry for waking you up, ‘guru.” you whine as he reaches so impossibly deep inside you. the headboard beginning to smack against the wall.
“don’t be sorry, baby, i’m wiiiide awake now.”
TOJI FUSHIGURO: he’ll wake up, but makes you do the work.
“toji, baby?” you lightly shake his arm to no avail. “tooooji.” you throw the duvet off of your hot skin and shake him once more, grinning when he stirs from his sleep.
“what’re y’waking me up at this time for?” he rubs his eyes with his fists and looks at the small digital clock on his nightstand. the deep rumble of his voice and the slur of his words only served to make your core ache even more than it already did. tracing his happy trail with your eyes down to the waistband of his sweatpants and fixating your gaze on his bulge.
“‘m so horny, baby.” you swing a leg over his torso and straddle him, the heat of your clothed pussy radiating onto the part of him your wanted most.
“yeah? y’want me to fix that, don’tcha?” you nod your head and see his scarred lips tug into a smirk as he flips the rest of the duvet off of his legs. feeling one of his large hands rub your side. his eyelids low and eyes still bleary from being woken up. “hop on f’me, princess.”
your hands gently, but quickly, tug down his grey sweats, practically drooling when his hard cock springs free from its confines and slaps his stomach. you push your own panties to the side and slowly begin to sink down on him, already moaning loudly just from the stretch. his hands rest lazily on your hips as you begin to bounce on him. throwing your head back in ecstasy when you get the angle just right.
“baby?” you whisper out, already breathless.
“hm?”
“you’re not gonna help?” he smirks again and tucks one of his arms behind his head.
“nah, baby. y’woke me up. i’m gonna enjoy my show.”
KENTO NANAMI: was never asleep in the first place.
you awake to the sounds of your bedroom door shutting gently and rustling in your dresser drawers.
your eyes open slowly, trying to adjust to the light the lamp on nanami’s nightstand produces. finally focusing on the blonde undoing his tie in front of the mirror. you don’t bother to look at the time, you know it’s late by the way nanami’s posture is slightly drooped.
“kento?” you barely whisper, voice still waking up with you. he turns to look in your direction as he untucks his dress shirt and begins to unbutton it.
“hi honey,” he stops to fumble with a tricky button on his shirt, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“maybe, but i’d rather see you.” and boy is that the truth.
your eyes ghost across his body, taking in the way his jaw clenches, how tight his pants are around his thighs, the tuft of hair peeking out from the top his shirt, finally stopping when you notice that his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and exposing his bulging arms.
“that so?”
“mhm.” you flip the blanket off your legs, revealing the nightgown you were wearing. his favorite nightgown to be exact. “was missin’ you.”
“i can tell.” his shirt is thrown into the hamper, or at least he thinks it is. he was too preoccupied by how pretty you looked in that little gown to double check.
he keeps watching as you hop up from the bed, the hem of your gown barely covering your ass as you walked over in the direction of the hamper. his cheeks flushed when you bent over and he could see every bit of your glistening pussy.
“you missed, silly.” you said as you picked up his discarded shirt and put it properly in the basket. looking back at him over your shoulder and smiling coyly when he began to saunter over to you. simultaneously removing his leather belt from the loops of his pants and fumbling with the zipper.
“beginning to think you woke up on purpose.” he made quick work of freeing his cock from his boxers and dress pants, groaning when you rubbed your wet cunt against him. “naughty girl.”
“mmm, yeah? only for you.” he groans again when you reach behind you to grab his cock and position the tip to your wet hole. smiling back at him once more before pushing your ass back against him and pushing his cock in at the same time.
“you’re such a fuckin’ angel, shit.” he uses one of his hands to bend you over and the other to grip the fat of your hip. you’re wetter than ever and your sweet cunt is sucking him in like your life depended on it.
“sure you can handle it, baby?” you moan out, back arching and giving nanami a delicious view. “i know you have work tomorrow, ken.”
“if you cared about that, you would’ve asked about it first.” he laughs and takes the splayed hand off your back to give your ass two good slaps. “besides, i’d be a damn fool to choose sleep over this.”
a/n: self indulgent sleepy sex for my birfday :3
#hi this is what i’ve produced for my birthday#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo smut#suguru geto#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto smut#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro smut#kento nanami#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru smut#nanami kento#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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